Those last few days, I was felling broken.
I was running in circles but my deepest desire was run to your arms, just because I always knew that there I could be save… so, my only problem is:
I have no idea where are you… Please, tell me where are you and then I’ll run to.
It’s just a thought…thought about love. By the way, I know, the love is the ridiculous part of the life. We demand it as an impossible purity, a purity that is always leaving.
The life came and took me with its.
Luck is being abandoned and chasing up the vague idea of paradise, a pretty and short idea that follow us. It’s like butterflies that live only twenty-four hours in its life.
To die doesn’t hurt.
